"Sir, the phone line has been cut off." In the East District, next to a single-family house.

At the intersection, five plain-clothed police cars stopped.

"Sir Chen."

"The matter is left to you."

The CCB chief was wearing a suit, sitting on a chair with his hands clasped, and preaching with a solemn expression.

In the command car.

"Click" Chen Jiaju, wearing a white shirt and a body armor, neatly inserted the magazine into the gun handle, pulled the gun chamber with one hand, raised his head and said in a deep voice: "Sir Xiao, leave the rest to me!"

"Half-dead ghost guy? I've seen too many! Sir Zhuang must be satisfied!" After all, Jiaju is also an old policeman who participated in the "Police Integrity Conflict". Even though he was just a small police chief at that time, he is already a trap now.

A police superintendent wearing a white uniform.

But dealing with ghost guys? He has a lot of experience!

You can still be fair when dealing with criminals, but there is nothing to be said for dealing with conspirators.

This operation was investigated by the Commercial Crime Division, but the relevant arrest operations were left to the Criminal Division of the General Administration.

The first is a criminal case involving a Norman ghost man involved in land demolition and murder.

Second, the ghost guy may have a certain amount of force. Although the Commercial Crime Division prefers administrative investigations, his combat effectiveness is average. Although he has a gun, he is afraid that he will not meet the standards of a superior officer.

"Oh!" Chen Jiaju turned around and opened the door of the command car, stepped out of the car, held his head high and shouted: "Do something!"

Suddenly, twelve elite police officers from the Criminal Department, wearing combat uniforms, fully armed, and holding guns in both hands, opened the door and got out of the car.

He responded with a high-spirited roar: "Yes, sir!"

Chen Jiaju raised his hand and made a gesture.

Immediately, the twelve people divided into two groups and crouched down, quickly approaching the bungalow in the darkness, sneaking into the bungalow without anyone noticing, and outflanked them.

CCB personnel stayed behind the convoy as backup support. The traffic team had already blocked nearby roads.

Peninsula Hotel.

Ballroom.

"Shangguansheng, do you know what happened? Why did Zhuangsheng suddenly change the meeting time?"

It's around six o'clock in the evening.

One by one, Chinese political officials who had been "ordered" to attend the banquet gathered at the Peninsula Hotel after receiving the notice.

The entire banquet hall, lobby, corridors, and sofas outside the door.

One man was wearing a suit, watch and tie.

Holding a cigar or cigarette.

Older and younger officials were divided into dozens of small circles.

They chatted in low voices one by one, with nervous expressions on their faces, exchanging information with each other.

"I don't know! Haven't you received the wind either?" Shangguan Sheng replied with a solemn expression and a deep tone.

"No, no..." People from the Urban Construction Department shook their heads in unison.

"Then ask the people at the Financial Secretary. They should be better informed." Shangguan Sheng waved his hand and led the people from the Urban Construction Department to the crowd of Financial Secretary.

The chief officer headed by the Financial Secretary glanced at him, raised his eyes, and said very arrogantly: "Zhuangsheng asked us to come! We will come! Everyone just stay here, why do you think so much?"

The Financial Secretary has always been the leading bad guy among Hong Kong's political circles!

Shangguan Sheng smiled twice and responded softly: "Yes, yes, Secretary Zheng is right."

In the hotel, hundreds of Chinese officials from political circles gathered together, organized into departments.

Although there are only five or six key figures in each department who are qualified to attend tonight's banquet, when all departments are added together, the entire Chinese political circle is extremely large.

Moreover, each circle has a complex relationship with each other, either in good terms or in conflict.

Therefore, a strong figure is needed to act as the leader of the Chinese political circles and be responsible for coordinating the return of the Chinese political circles. Otherwise, it will be easy for divisions to occur and give people the opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

Mr. Zhong before, Mr. Zhuang now.

Animals are inherently selfish, and humans are also animals, regardless of race or culture.

"Da da da." At this moment, at the elevator entrance in the corridor, a group of strutting and majestic people walked out.

Zhuang Shikai wore hairspray, oiled hair, a red tie, and a tailor-made suit. He brought Cai Yuanqi, Zhuo Jingquan, Guan Li and other representatives of the Chinese police force to the scene...

"Sir Zhuang!"

"Sir Zhuang!"

"Sir Zhuang..."

Along the way, the Chinese political officials along the way got up from the sofa one after another, put down their cigarette butts and stood up, and all greeted Mr. Zhuang who made his official appearance.

Zhuang Shikai has a gentle face and a tall figure, and his portrait of Xizhuang suits him very well.

He nodded to everyone.

Cai Yuanqi, Zhuo Jingquan and others had serious expressions, majestic postures, and bulging waists, obviously stuffed with something.

These Chinese officials all have sharp eyes and a very deep city.

When they saw Cai Yuanqi and others crowding around, they knew there was something wrong with tonight's emergency notification! Something had really happened! Maybe... it was just a Hongmen Banquet!

Some people walk upright, stand upright, and have no fear in their eyes except suspicion.

Some people had cold sweat breaking out on their foreheads.

Sir Zhuang walked through the corridor filled with people and stood outside the banquet hall. He opened his arms and laughed loudly: "Colleagues, I'm inviting you to dinner, why are you just standing outside the door? Don't you hate my food?"

Is it delicious?”

"Come in!" He raised his hand to invite, and took the lead into the banquet hall with the police force. Immediately, the hundreds of remaining Chinese officials felt their hearts trembling, and immediately took action, and all followed Sir Zhuang into the banquet.

In the banquet hall, the service staff of the Peninsula Hotel have already set up red wine, champagne, tea seats, sofas, microphones, stages, buffets, etc...

They have worked hard to prevent the hotel from being acquired.

"Go! Go! Pack your things quickly and leave!" East District, bungalow.

Norman stood in the study room on the third floor, opened the safe, and looked down into the safe.

I saw that the safe was filled with Hong Kong dollars and British pounds in cash.

Stack after stack.

Fully half a safe.

Pile into a hill.

On the top of the hill, there are several thick equity books, pressed with more than a dozen gold bars, and some jewelry scattered.

These wealth are just the tip of the iceberg of his assets. After all, as a "blue-top businessman" who has a good relationship with the Hong Kong Governor, he makes money by searching for profits on Hong Kong Island, which is as simple as eating and drinking.

These banknotes and property placed in the safe are only used to bribe Chinese officials as pocket money so that they do not have to go to the bank to withdraw money every day.

"Bang!" Norman had just raised his hand to take out a few stacks of banknotes when several gunshots were heard outside the door: "Bang! Bang!"

"It's a police gun!" Norman knew as soon as he heard the gunfire that several bodyguards he hired rushed to the street. They were not the enemy of the police at all!

What Commissioner Henry called him to tell him was true!

Master Zhuang has already set his sights on him!

And once someone is targeted by Mr. Zhuang...the police force will lack evidence? I'm afraid, they have all the evidence!

It would be okay if it was a simple commercial crime. He knew very well that his business was stained with blood, and it was not an ordinary commercial crime. If it fell into the hands of the police, he would probably die.

The police force has so much evidence that the Hong Kong governor can't save him even if he wants to. What's more, when the matter develops to the point where Mr. Zhuang intervenes, it doesn't matter whether there is evidence or not. He has already begun to pay attention to power!

So Norman immediately decided to run! Before running, he wanted to call and inform the group of Chinese officials who might also be developed. Unfortunately, the phone line had been cut off.

Now, as soon as Norman heard the sound of gunshots, he knew that the police had come to the door. He just took out three or four stacks of Hong Kong dollars, then he hurriedly ignored it, stopped taking out the money, put on his backpack, then turned around and picked up his hands on the table, and strode to the

In front of the study window, push open the window on the third floor!

"Bang!" Chen Jiaju led his men to break down the door!

"Don't move! Don't move!" Six policemen immediately rushed in, standing with guns aimed at the target.

At this time, Norman's suit was in a mess and his tie was thrown behind his shoulders.

He took two steps toward the window, stepped back, and took another step.

Back up.

Kick again.

Finally, he looked at the lawn downstairs in horror, turned around, threw away the pistol, raised his hands and shouted: "Sir! I surrender!"

"Fuck! You ghost guy is really a coward."

"Did I ask you to throw away your gun?" Chen Jiaju raised his gun and cursed.
To be continued...